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and, strange as it may seem, I really don't mucn care;" 

 he paused for a moment, and then the philosophy with 

 which he had met every sorrow or trouble in life, did 

 not fail him, as he uttered these words. "It is a wise 

 provision of Nature that, as we grow older, our hold on 

 life loosens." 



After the dreaded pneumonia appeared, the days and 

 nights passed all too rapidly to the anxious watchers, 

 who saw the life they so much loved steadily ebbing 

 away. The same wifely thoughtf ulness that looked after 

 this beloved man in the first symptoms of his illness, 

 was shown still further in the tender care and solicitude 

 Mrs. Henderson gave him night and day, up to his last 

 moments. To her, he was the world, and if her unceas- 

 ing devotion could have saved him, he would have been 

 with us still to-day. He retained perfect consciousnes 

 up to eleven o'clock, Thursday night, Jan. i6th ; at that 

 hour delirium ensued from the mental eclipse of which 

 he never again emerged. When Friday morning dawned 

 it was seen that the end was near, and at exactly half 

 past ten o'clock, all was over — he had crossed the frontier 

 of this life, to enter as we fondly hope, the radiant 

 gardens of Paradise. 



The funeral services were held in the First Presby- 

 terian Church of Jersey City, on Monday, Jan. 20th, 

 1890. Notw^ithstanding a heavy down-pour of rain, the 

 church was unable to contain the great throng, many 

 of whom came from distant states to testify their 

 respect for the deceased. The Pastor, the Rev. Charles 

 Herr, delivered an eloquent and impressive tribute to 

 the well rounded life which had come to a close. 



The Society of American Florists were represented 

 by a committee of fifty, and other organizations to 

 which he belonged were also in attendance. The same 

 Monday afternoon his remains were interred in the fam- 

 ily plot in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn, N. Y. 



